I never really asked what Jackson did for a living. All I know is that it helps him pay for his beautiful condo and allows him to take me anywhere we want to do and not worry about the costs. I've always been curious though. But I never ask. I don't know why. I really should though.

Jackson and I are sitting inside a cute little cafe on the other side of town having breakfast. We both didn't have class today so we are able to just enjoy the day together. I decide to finally ask him about his job.

"Jackson?" I call to him after a moment of silence in our conversation. I hate having to use his real name in public, but I don't want any looks when I call him, 'Daddy.'

Jackson looks at me and motions for me to continue my thought. He holds my hand and rubs the back of my knuckles.

"What do you do for a living?" I ask as innocently as possible.

"Well, I could show you better than I can tell you," Jackson answers back grinning.

"That would be nice. Could you please show me?"

"I would love to, babe."

Jackson leads me back to his car. He opens my car door and allows me to get in before closing it. He gets in and starts his car up. He leave the parking lot of the cafe and drives towards downtown. He takes me to this tall building. He pulls up to the parking structure and up to a guy that looked like the valet. He parks the car and steps out. The valet opens my door and helps me out.

"In your usual spot, Mr. Panes?" The valet asks. 'Mr. Panes'? He sounds so official. Jackson must be very important here.

"Of course, Mitch," Jackson replies casually. Then he hands him a hundred dollar bill. "You've been doing well here. I'll see that you get a promotion soon."

"Thanks, Mr. Panes. I really appreciate that."

"No problem. I'll see you later."

We leave the parking structure and head into the building. Jackson wraps his arm around my waist securing me to his side. Which I don't mind. But that interaction left me confused. I still don't know what he does, but he has power and authority. And at least he treats the staff well.

"Mitch is a good kid," Jackson tells me as stroll through the lobby of the building. People say hi and greet Jackson along the way. "I think he'll make a good intern, paid of course."

"That's good to hear," I respond sincerely, but still confused. "What building is this, Jackson?"

"You'll see, love."

He takes me to an elevator pushed aside from the rest of the elevator. He pulls out a card from his pocket and and swipes it in the card reader that's placed where the buttons should be. The elevator opens up and Jackson guides me in. The elevator takes us all the way to the top of the building. I am still very much confused. We step out of the elevator and into a very nice receptionist area. Jackson walks me past the receptionist greeting her along the way. Finally, Jackson takes me to a large glass office overlooking the city.

"I know what you're thinking. And no, I don't own this whole building," Jackson informs me.

"Okay, but who does own this building then?" I ask still confused.

"This is my father's building. He built this company from the ground up and I work under him."

"What does your dad do then?"

"My dad created an adoption company. He own a lot of orphanages and he helps kids get adopted."

"That's really nice. Are you inheriting the company when your dad retires?"

"Nah. I have an older brother who will do that. But I do plan on becoming an interviewer for candidates who want to adopt."

"That's so nice."

"Yeah. And I get this nice office to work out of. I don't really need it, but my dad insisted. You wanna meet him?"

I freeze. Meet his dad already? I assess my clothing and it looks okay but not good enough to meet the man who owns this company.

"Today? Why not another time? I don't think your dad would want to be bothered just to meet me," I say trying to come up with excuses.

"He would love to meet him," Jackson insists. "Let me see if he's in a meeting or not."

Jackson picks up a phone off his desk and dials a few numbers. Then he starts talking on the phone. I don't pay attention to his conversation as I walk around the office. I look at all the shelves that carry little knick knacks when I stop at a picture that Jackson and I took at Disneyland. We look so cute together. I can't wait to go back. I'm glad I have Jackson.

"Baby," Jackson calls out to me. I turn away from the photo to look at Jackson. He smiles at me. "My dad's available to see us."

Uh-oh.